The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 156

He tells me things like this, he told me about things even before, so I have no doubts.

I walk in, this time keeping my eyes off my sulky bastard of a man and slide the tray down in the centre of the seating on one of the low tables. I have to avoid looking his way and get with the programme that we can barely stand each other. Jackson slides his beside mine neatly, an eerie silence of men staring at us, and as I go to follow him out, I’m halted by that snappy tone.

“Pour it … get your head out of your ass, Walters.” A harsh cutting tone that signals I’m not done here. Alexi sounds pissed still, and I spin to catch him glaring at me as though I have committed the ultimate sin by expecting them to pour their own. They expect servitude of women in his world, even I know that. What I didn’t expect was him to still be in the throes of prick mode and singling me out again.

Why the fuck did he make me come up here if he was going to be like this? He could have got any of the staff to run after his arse and serve his buddies. This all feels a little too personal.

And when does he ever call me Walters? Never, not in the whole time I have known him. It’s always Cam or London.

I glare right back, this time upset replaced with an ignited fury that he should talk down to me like a piece of shit in front of these men. I don’t care who they are. He has no right to treat me so badly when I run this fucking club and make it what it is. I’m not just one of the low wage staff downstairs. I own part of the fucking building! I earned my respect.

Santagato sits back and gets comfy, lounging like a fat cat who owns the joint and I can almost feel his eyes boring into me, enjoying my humility. Smug and getting off to a woman being put in her place. A woman he was denied not so long ago and nausea swirls in my stomach, my skin crawling as his eyes eat me up like fresh meat. Hating him with a passion for enjoying this.

“How awful of me to forget my place.” I grind out the last word, oozing disdain with every syllable, throwing Alexi a dagger of a sneer and pull the tray towards me to put the cups out. I grit my teeth to stop myself slamming them on the polished surface and rein in the bubbling lava threatening to explode out of me.

WANKER, ARSEHOLE, TOSSER, PRICK, ARSEHOLE!

All of the above and then some.

Alexi ignores me and talks right over the top of me like I’m nothing. Not everything, not his everything … just the worthless nothing he said I wasn’t.

Actions speak louder than words Alexi. Don’t you know that?

“Can’t get the help nowadays.” He smirks and Santagato lets out a dirty grating laugh. Like nails on a chalkboard and I shudder inwardly. Another layer of my skin threatening to peel from my bones as cringe overtakes me. I really despise Santagato with a passion only my hatred of Alexi rivalled; maybe he can have it back.

“Well, if you have to choose between efficient or fuckable, I guess it’s hard to tick both boxes. I can see her assets are probably best carried out on her knees.” He snorts dirtily and my whole body stiffens as I try not to react. I start inwardly reciting a mantra to myself.

You know this is how this world works—ignore and breath.

Don’t react.

Don’t reply with a catty remark.

For the love of God, just keep your mouth SHUT.

I can’t even bring myself to look at Alexi and all the blood drains from my face as his voice cuts in.

better. She is good at keeping the papers in order though.”

like I might be sick, listening to him like this. The way he just dismissed sex with me in such a degrading manner. It’s too much.

How can I believe he is capable of more when it’s so easy for him to

should have expected from a man who used my past to destroy me. He isn’t any different. He is exactly who

sob her day away. I slide them in front of the men sitting, stomach tight and throat closing, pushing

that he heard it, and I get a cold glare thrust at me from under furrowed dark brows. Those pale eyes stirring with a hint of

I can’t stand looking at sloppy women.” Alexi growls at me, pointing out that my liner is probably smudging from unquenched tears on the way up here and earns

on my heel without a further response, I don’t wait a moment longer. Ready to storm off on stilettos and screw him to hell and

never

I inwardly cringe once more, skin crawling and aware of the fact Alexi has not once warned him off this time. His lewd comments go unchecked and no show of possessive ownership at

wonder if this version of him would let him touch me and I have no clear answer. I’m confused, heartbroken and angrier than hell. No clue what the hell happened to him in such a short space of time and just wishing I never came down

dominant and I head straight for the lift. Jackson close at my heel and he seems to sense he shouldn’t say anything this time or get too close. An icy silence emanating from me that speaks volumes. Jackson sheepishly gives me my venting space and I refuse to let myself crumble for someone who doesn’t deserve my

have known this is who

try my best to blank them completely. Still pissed as hell and overly prickly from earlier. He pauses as they come level and looks at me coldly, pulling my eyes to his with just the power of that stare and I curse

bossy shithead demeanour fully engaged and I slowly lift my head deliberately to hide the fact I’m hating on him and he

face and his eyebrow twitches slightly. Think he has

an act. I’m genuinely wounded and right now I could easily

week.” Doesn’t skip a beat, just a smooth command with no hint of anything in it. Another reason

is code for ‘baby I’m dumping you and fucking off with my Mafia sidekicks for sex and drugs and wanker antics somewhere

with a questioning glance, and then at Alexi and walks off. Knowing he should keep

dead to me. I will freeze the arsehole out and see how much he likes it.

main door and try not to get hit with that wave of pure disappointment as he leaves with them. No real attempt

he not have a clue that when your woman is contemplating packing her bags and heading for the hills because of your arsehole behaviour, then the last thing you should do is leave her to go cavort with men she

an entire half day of whatever they are doing. I don’t even

far as I’m concerned, Alexi can

the past by turning right back into the same arsehole who made me hate you in the

mood. I don’t care if he doesn’t come back for a

put him out of my head and my heart and forget everything he said to me in the last

when he’s shown he can still be an evil sadist

front moved in and killed all my internal organs

Killed my mood, brought down the sun and just ruined everything. Like a typical boorish pig-headed son of a bitch whose internal

won’t let him get to me like this. I will bury my head in my work, pass the time with tasks before the club opens tonight and then go to bed and ignore him when he shows face. No doubt drenched in the smell of cheap perfume, tacky whores and booze. I

I won’t let him pull me around and mess with me like he did before.

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